The sand feels like icing sugar
in between my toes
and
the sun is a burning ball of orange.
Surfers dance the surfing dance
on waves
that carry white horses on their spray.
I could fall to pieces
watching the sun dissolve into the
waiting sea.
These are the little
and secret
moments of our days
I cannot say what loves may
come and go
but this I know
this summer
will sing to me forever
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Pretty misty stars